fall with me into this field-
we'll lay till the earth and you and me are one
wait with me in the cool grass,
watching the day/night/rain/shine pass.
this is an ever burning
ever feeling aspiration of mine;
life is only a measurement for the
thoughts of time-
and if we should decieve the time-
lay absolutely still, perhaps we shall
learn the art of time travel. the art
of learning to throw it all away, leave
being here and now till some other day.
cry with me, as i am now the rain.
breathe with me, as you are now the wind.
come with me, because we can move the world
and go with me, because we can move each other.

07/15/2003

Author's Note: hmm... i like it.

Posted on 07/16/2003
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